Lyme Park

Up and down: the hills
but also in mood. Heat and
obsessive thought loom.

Another good night’s sleep but I’m sure the heat will put pay to that! Lyme Park today to see grandparents, it was a glorious day but obviously too hot really for walking, we had a route in mind that takes in the trees and might be cooler.. but we didn’t even make it that far. Ben was very happy and excited to see family but soon became fixed on food and was obviously over-heating. We went back to the car park for picnic which was lovely (thanks Mum!) but as soon as the food was over Ben started to get a bit antsy.  I know he doesn’t like it when food is over, so I should have had a more fun activity planned to transition him along.. but I hadn’t, so I just scooped him up (metaphorically - he’s far too heavy for me now!) and we came home.  In fairness, whilst that sounds unsatisfactory it was far better than times past when he wouldn’t have been ‘scooped’ and would have caused a massive fuss right there.  The afternoon has been hard in the heat, we have made frozen strawberry and banana smoothie (not what 20 year old me thought I would be using the Leffe glasses for!!), filled the paddling pool and played car games out in the water, we did a bit of cooking (cod curry for tea) but mostly he’s come obsessed with when we can go back to the Making Momentum Horse centre, which is hard.  When he has a special time somewhere it often really gets under his skin and won’t be appeased by anything until he knows the entire specifics of when he can experience it again. This is tricky for things that either can’t be recreated (in the past one example has been a theme park on holiday that we would struggle to return to) or also for things where there just is no firm plan yet (we’re waiting to hear a date for September for the horse riding, so there’s not much I can do). He just gets stuck in a loop in his head though.  Oh well, I need to be quick tonight as I promised to play a board game with him before bath, so keep cool everyone )(it is hot, isn’t it… bleugh)